Sun, then rain and sun again

The past week felt weird- it was full of work, work, work, had just a tiny little piece of crochet, and then work again. Following this pattern, weird was also the weather; It started full of sunshine and positive spring energy, turned slowly into grey, spring gave its place to winter, and then miserable rain. Typical March, one might say.

The spring part of the week was marked on our pond by Mr. Beardman devoting hours-long of work to revive the flowers and plants on our porch; Half dead by the harsh winter they suffered, the pots were full of frozen leaves, dry branches and muddy soil. It was more than obvious that the revival attempt needed serious tackling. Which he did, to be honest. Fresh soil, blooming new flowers, garden scissors, weeders, shovels, every possible tool and supply was recruited for the battle. Which battle ended with victory and only minor wounds, that mainly being a deep cut on his forefinger (and blood stains all over the place, which I had to clean up, along with the porch; all in all a fair deal within the splitting-the-housework game).

By the end of the two-day battle, our porch was once again utterly beautiful.

And with the porch fully in bloom and the sun up in the sky, I found the chance to sit outside with a little piece of crochet to further brighten the day. I have recently bought two small vintage white photo frames, without knowing what to do with them. So they were sitting on my desk in their carton box. The view of the newly planted flowers and their striking colours made a picture pop into my mind. But of course! A frame doesn’t need to host a picture! A tiny mandala can do the difference. And that’s where Cherry Frog’s little box of crochet was intended to be used.

That was easy peasy! It was an early sunny afternoon, I was drinking cold coffee sitting outside and the newly made crochet thing has lift my spirits up to the sky. The frame was hung on our kitchen wall, right below the kitchen clock and I love it. Simple as that 🙂

And then, March decided to play its usual seek and hide game. Where is the sun? Nowhere to find. I spent two days of the week at a beautiful hotel by the seaside. A business meeting was hosted there. So, the little ladies of the pond were left with no mum (which is easy for both sides by now, it has been hard during their earlier years) and I packed the essentials and drove there. Obviously a business meeting is a business meeting and that, in our case, means being locked into a room for ten to twelve hours per day, watching presentations and discussing stuff. Not really mood lifting. But even in our ten minute breaks, or during our lunch breaks, the view of the sea, the pool, the beautiful surroundings was enough to bring a smile into my face.

This was the view from my room at the hotel, see how grey the sky was?

And this was the hotel pool- empty obviously, brrrr…

And then, later on in the week, another business meeting brought me downtown, to the very centre of the city, something not frequent for me, not at all. As both house and office are at city suburbs, a drive downtown is done only when there is a real need. Which obviously makes it beautiful. I arrived earlier, as I usually do, in order to have some time to walk a bit around and have a coffee before the serious stuff.

The city was grey, the bitter orange trees have not yet started to bloom and drown us in their seducing aroma, the dull sky was reflected everywhere; But this didn’t stop me from discovering once again how much I love this place. It’s a never ending love story <3

By the end of the week’s adventures, I deeply needed some home-time. Doing nothing. Just sitting on the couch with some yarn and a hook on my hands, the sunburst blanket keeping me warm. The heavenly feeling of calmness, the little ladies chirping around, a warm lunch being slowly cooked in the kitchen. A deep breath before next week starts.